Microfilms & Stories by Carrie Ann Golden

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The Bench

September 11, 2001 changed America. At least for me, I felt that it had. Nothing felt quite the same afterwards. I can still remember it all quite clearly even though it’s been almost sixteen years.

Sixteen years.

Every time I hear a plane fly overhead. Or, enter a high-rise building. Or, see a fireman walking past me on the street. Certain images and sounds would transport me back to that fateful day.

In fact, I haven’t stepped foot on an airplane since July 2001.

As the events of 9/11 continues to haunt me, I decided to write a micro-story and then turn it into a microfilm, The Bench. In a way, I did this to try and purge some of the feelings of intense sadness and of the anger over what we all had lost that day. I wrote this from a fireman’s perspective drawing upon a specific story I saw on one of the many 9/11 documentaries.

I then realized I could not remember the name of this fireman.

For the next two days, I hunted online for his name as it’d been several years since I last saw his story.